*A familiar looking person walks around the corner as Black Blooded converse. They turn to see him and assume that he is a certain Classic City Saint - and prepare to pulverize him. But the man raises his hands in a nonthreatening gesture and speaks...*

Archer Black: Gentlemen, gentlemen, easy there... I'm not who you think I am - and I know who you think I am. My name is Archer Black. Relation to Sagittarius Blue only by blood and looks - as you can see... but a different animal altogether. We have differences, he and I. For example: he no doubt sees you guys as a negative movement, a cancer that his misguided heroism will compel him to try and fight at some point. I, on the other hand, fully agree with you. You are right: this place, JBW, is full of wannabes. People who want to be great. Want to be respected. Want to be... haha... Badasses. And yet, here you are, showing them what it means to be badasses... and they can't take it. So of course they hate you. Not that it matters.

Archer Black: And it may not matter much either about that butchy bitch, Pisces Pink, giving Vivica such flak over being the newly crowned and dominant IWA Vanity Champion... Such a lowly pig daring to insult your lovely Vivica. Only a matter of time before your Vivica breaks Pisces and the other so-called Bombshells... and before you two make this company exactly what it should be.

Mr. Blood: Well now, look at this smooth talking motherfucker over here. You are correct, Baby Blue and Stinky Pinky ain't nothing but a fucking footnote in the history of the greatest team to ever wrestle, Black Blooded. Lil Viv made us all proud by showing those girlies just what a tough, ballbusting bitch she is in the ring, but if Stinky Pinky needs another lesson? I'm sure she'll be happy to oblige
Vivica: Of course Unca, It's always a good time to play!

Mr. Blood: As for baby blue? Well now, he isn't even on the radar, fact is we got better shit to worry about than some dumbass midcarder that thinks he's some sort of hero. He either needs to get some fucking nuts, or a tag partner, before he will even begin to matter.

Mr. Black: Titles to win, money to make.

Say my name and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste they same.

indeed, it's in the trash pile somewhere basically it was a retelling of some of the greater conflicts between the felines and canines, wars that happen between household pets all the time, just humans are too busy to notice.

Say my name and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste they same.

Stick a picture of your ugly mug on the cover and you've hit the nail on the head for you.

Hawk: You must really want that cereal to go away, because if they put Divine's face on then they might as well burn their money and quit. But the only face worse than Divine is Punk, who has the audacity to think that he could star in his own show and be successful.

#BennysTeddy

Efedding

Mike Hawk
EWNCW World Champion (11-12-13 to 5/1/14) Vacated
Current IWA World Champion (12-15-13 to Present)
IWA Blackout Champion (3-24-13 to 4-27-14)
Former JBW Television Champion (12-2-12 to 8-2-13)
Former ICW Tag Team champion
1st and last EWA Carnage World champion

Mixed Emotions(Pride and Sorrow)
Current EWNCW World Tag Team Champions (4-19-13 to 4-26-14)
Last EWNCW Grand, Hardcore and International Tag Champions

*Virgo Violet finishes taking another break. She is barely working up a sweat - despite being a woman of her size, she seems to have tremendous endurance. Higgins is slumped in a far corner of the training room... instead, there is another man taking his place as Virgo's training partner. He is slightly bigger than Higgins... but far more afraid. He is trembling as he looks down at Virgo.

Virgo Violet: You seem tense, Phillips. Nervous, even. I hope you're not having second thoughts about being my training partner... I'm paying good money for your services. Good enough to keep your little sister enrolled in college. You know, tuition time is coming around soon... So, shall we continue?

*Phillips fights the extreme dread of "practicing" with Virgo Violet and relents. Virgo instructs him to take a fighting stance. As soon as he lifts his hands to defend himself, Virgo is on him. Swift right cross. Left body blow. Phillips doubles over in pain and bewilderment. Virgo grabs up his arms while he's bent over... and lifts him up! "No, wait, PLEASE!" Phillips pleads...

Virgo stops for a moment, holding Phillips upside down. And smiles.

Right before she drops him on his head, following up with all of her weight. The impact sounds like a car wreck.

The remaining assistants look on in horror, not daring to say a word. Virgo wipes herself off with a towel... and tosses it onto Phillips' limp body.